Glue
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This is glue.
Knock knock Who is there. I am your future he says. Go away I am drowning in my past these days. Knock knock Who is there. I am your past he says.
You wear a flower, Woven in your hair. You pluck it with thought, And take a lot of care. That flower is you, Beautiful and bright. It's amazing really- Nothing prettier in sight.
Fear of the storm Letting go of your fears is like a thunder storm from beginning to end. It's nice outside, But something is brewing within. The sky becomes clouded with darkness.
And there amongst the blue powder And the white foam that frames it all. Was a little splash of colour, To the green it never does fall. Rainbow in its appearance, Solid but moving too...
The is room full of words, How did it get this way. Painted white, with words of night, Creating chaos where they lay. The paint has splattered the floor And the pen still roles around.
A prick of a thorn,. A slip of a knife,. Your skin torn,. A shed of blood,. A single drop,. You could,. Shrug it off,. Just a cut,. Not a cough,. But a scab,. Turn to a scar,. One to add,.
In the turning point of ages, I guess here is where the stage is. Relentless seas once calm, Building up a storm thats sadist.
You are like a flower Growing in beauty Nature has its own way Making you uniquely So I’ll wait until the day You sprout with love Because anything less Would not be enough You are like a...
I am lemon sour, Sarcasm and spice, Nettle, thorn of flower, Anything but nice, I am cold, dry humour, Menthol sting on mint, Salt and ice with luck of dice, Are you getting the hint.
Paths… My path started so far away and has meandered from here to there, following an unlikely trail. Other paths were crossed and some were even followed for a while, but only for a while.
This is a room of red satin silk, Leather-bound books, cookies and milk, Great grand old chairs rimmed gold, All sit around to hear what is told, Many roaring fires under twisted ledges, Flickering...
Beauty is more than the delicate Rose. It is the Earth and the rain. From which beauty grows. Tangled roots may not please the eye. But surely without them. The flower would die.
Ignorance is bliss. Innocence is lost. Should've known better, to open pandoras box, What you don't know Can't hurt you, Or so tells the rhyme, But now I just sit here, Running out of time.
I'm in a room, Both bare and dark. I need something bright That'll cause a spark. To guide my way, Through night and day. Something I can tell "GO!" and "STAY!" I'm stuck in class, With no idea.
I am still water. S o f t as the breeze. Gloss upon l i p s. Drifting with ease. My surface is a mirror. S e e your reflection. Supple, untouchable s k i n. Iron complexion. Y o u are the pebble.
Doors to life. Doors to death. Doors to strife. Doors to meth. Doors to happiness. Doors to anger. Doors to a fair miss. Doors to a broken hanger. Doors to a good chance. Doors to a bad decision.
You are walking a tightrope over the moon. You are California dreaming. You are the hole in my head. You are glass in the sand. You are the shiver down my spine. You are the angel from my nightmare.
Hold out your cup Let it be filled A golden syrup Finely distilled A molten jewel Just for you Smooth like glass Not sticky like glue I hope you know This is the fuel A cup half full And more to...
My heart lies in your open hands,. Growing plump, it sits and expands,. Fat and red, gorged on blood,. Yet still it beats - lub - dub - thud,. You plant a tender kiss upon it,.
I am not dead. Just gone away. Like a vacation. I'm back to stay. Until I get tired. And take some time off. To get myself together. To get rid of this cough. I have not passed away.
My chair lives On a diet of time He tempts you into His arms, coloured lime He has many methods Of catching his prey All of them deadly, And devious, I'll say His habitat is A dark corner in my...
I fill you with a sweet, pure sugar,. When you put me to your lips,. Pierce me, shake me, drain my liquid,. Invigorating, rapid sips,. Sour tongued and fresh and fruity,.
#nightdwellers These shoes are all worn out. They've been so far so quick. The soles are falling off, And the tongue no longer licks. But they've seen every story, And been through every venture.